Down the Aisle
By Lise Icali
Oneshot
As I stepped in the doorway, and saw all the faces of my family and friends, I almost felt like crying. I was, almost, the luckiest person alive. To be marrying who I loved, and to know I was his only love, was slightly overwhelming.
I must admit, I never really thought that he would ever love me back, in my crazed state, bouncing off the walls, beating him up and what not. I never really thought he would ever see how much I truly cared for him, behind my wild exterior. I never really thought… I never really thought… I never really thought he would pick me over Tohru.
She's probably my only serious rival, and the only one who could ever love him as much as I do. And will always.
I took a step forward, and saw him standing at the front of the aisle. I always remember the first thing I noticed about him was his vibrant orange hair. The first thing he probably noticed about me was my enthusiasm. After all, it's not every day that you get proposed to by someone who you've known for an hour.
But I meant it. I meant it every time I asked him to marry me; the first time, the second time, all the way up to the 58th time. And every time he would say no.
I was persistent, and I was determined. Every Valentine's Day, every White Day, every birthday. I would be there for him always, a shoulder to lean on.
He's not quite the type to lean, though, is he? As more of an independent, outgoing and yet shy person, he doesn't like help, and even worse, he hates needing help.
The music played, and the flowers were thrown, and the long red carpet ran down the aisle, in between the pews, almost like a stage. Every step, every breath, and every glance forward reminded me of how close I was getting to what I had always wanted, and maybe what he always wanted, maybe he just didn't know it yet? Or realize it yet?
My small foot and my small white heeled shoe touch the floor, making an ever so soft thud, like a beat, as I walk.
And I have reached him.
The music stops.
The priest opens his book.
And I lift my veil, and look straight into his eyes.
I see love, and I see care. I see a future, and I see warm apple pies cooling on the windowsill. I see children playing in the yard, and I see them happy. I see my life, or what I hope it to be, at least. I see passion. And I see us. And, best of all, I know he sees it too.
The vows started, and I moved ever so slightly closer to him. The moments fly by, and the vows are said. From now on, I will be able to hold him in my arms on a warm summer's night, and we watch the moon. Or on a Sunday afternoon, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He will be mine, and I will be his.
"…Until death do you part?"
"I do."
As my lips meet his softly, I feel happy. It's kind of hard to describe. Like our souls are joining, or… almost like you feel after you read something sad, or something that makes you feel. It has the power to make a tingle crawl up your spine, but you're not cold.
It's love.
Ok, well that was a challenge response for NekoIno, which I decided to post here on and see what people think. Have a good day, and happy reading!